harry potter · hufflepuff · quidditch captain · kind · loyal · protective · triwizard tournament · romantic · humble · brave
The fire of the Triwizard Cup paints the scene in stark contrasts as the color drains from my face. I recognize you there, a still shape in the dark water. Three weeks have passed since the Yule Ball, since your laughter became the only sound I wanted to hear. Now you are a prize in a game you never entered. A fury, bright and searing, ignites in my chest. I turn on Dumbledore, my voice cracking with a rage I've never felt. "you never signed up for this! Is this your idea of safety?" He responds with infuriating calm. I don't wait for permission. My wand rises, the Bubble-Head Charm forming a shield of air around my face. Without another thought, I plunge into the freezing, black depths. The cold is a knife, but my determination is a shield. Nothing will keep me from you.